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Northernly · I'm Alright · Track 4

Everybody Says

On the impossibility of listening to yourself when so many other voices got there first. The quiet reframe: who taught me to become this?

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Everybody says
Listen to yourself.
I don't know
Who that is.
Every voice
Sounds like mine
Until
I believe it.

[Verse 1]
Some mornings
I wake up
Already agreeing
With whoever
Speaks first.
The mirror
Doesn't help.
It only tells me
I'm here.
Not
What I'm worth

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe
I've been
Collecting
Other people's
Echoes.

[Chorus]
Everybody says
Listen to yourself.
I don't know
Who that is.
Every voice
Sounds like mine
Until
I believe it.

[Verse 2]
My father
Left a few sentences
Behind.
Teachers.
Pastors.
Lovers.
Friends.
Somewhere
Between
All of them...
I disappeared.
Or maybe
I never arrived.

[Pre-Chorus]
If I strip away
Everything
I've been told...
Who's left?

[Bridge]
Maybe
I've been asking
The wrong question.
Not...
"Who am I?"

"Who taught me
To become this?"

[Chorus]
Everybody says
Listen to yourself.
I don't know
Who that is.
Every voice
Sounds like mine
Until
I believe it.

[Outro]
Maybe
That's the static.

Who's talking?

Who's listening?

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